THEY WENT BACK TO SCHOOOOOL TODAAAYYYYY!
/psychotic looking happy dance
Of course, it's a short week because of parent-teacher conferences, so I still only have a few full days to:
1) Get caught up on a buttload of work.
2) Get the house cleaned up after a week of playing Mess Whack-a-Mole, an endless trail of clutter, crumbs, socks, hats, mittens, muddy boot prints, stickers and colorful Band-Aids randomly stuck to walls, and of course Lego Lego LEGO.
3) Restock the fridge and pantry because having all three kids home is akin to living full-time with a pack of ravenous wolves who never, ever stop eating.
But I don't really want to any of those things, ugh, I just feel like lying down and taking a nap.
Let's have a quick Ceiba update instead, while I procrastinate on more important work while congratulating myself for at least being awake.
So it all appears to be behavioral. Which: Okay, good! Not a disease or anything serious, but NOT GOOD, because she's driving me crazy.
We've gone back to crate-training 101. In the crate, go out, do your business, back in the crate. Monitored pit stops for food/water, back in the crate. Take a walk, back in the crate. Squeaky toy play time, lap/snuggle time, back in the crate.
We also swapped out all her food and treats, stopped the cough medicine, bought her a new bed and covers, basically started over in case there was ANYTHING triggering the behavior there. Being in the crate also means she's 100% cut off from sneaking Max's food, and surprise surprise, her weight is already starting to drop.
We have a working hypothesis that the accidents are related to the cold weather, which she doesn't like, and makes her joints stiffer (yes she's on a supplement and has a fancy orthopedic bed), and maybe there was a fall down our back deck stairs that spooked her (no we never witnessed one but it seems possible). We've started taking her out through the basement instead, where she can get directly to the yard and bypass the outside steps. We haven't ruled out dementia, but so far she's not exhibiting any other signs beyond the house-training problems (which aren't related to incontinence).
But oh, she is missssssserable.
If she's in the crate out of eye contact, she cries. If I move the crate around so she can see me, she settles for a bit, but then starts staring and whimpering because WHY DOOR LOCKED WHY. God forbid I stand up or leave the room or she hears someone in the kitchen POSSIBLY DROPPING FOOD ON FLOOR LET OUT WHY DOOR WHYYYY.
(Note that before this, we only closed the crate door at night or when we left the house, and she was perfectly happy with that, and would spend most of her downtime in the crate ANYWAY, just with the door open. Being locked up while we're around and awake is driving her bonkers.)
And of course, since she's crying so much it's impossible to tell whether she actually needs to go out, or is just protesting her confinement. So I've done an awful lot of false-alarm trips outside, especially since so far she seems to understand that she gets a (tiny, low-calorie) treat after going outside, so HI I AM STANDING OUTSIDE LOOK AT ME SO GOOD WHERE TREAT AT.
"No, that's not how this works," I explain to a dog in perfect English for the millionth time, like an idiot.
Meanwhile, this morning, I took my eyes off her for maybe two minutes while she ate some food to help one of the boys find their coat (check the clutter trail two rooms over) and by the time I got back she'd already peed on the floor. She took similar advantage of some post-dinner lap/snuggle time last night when I got up to use the bathroom.
So. Still more than a little frustrating. Like potty-training all over again, long after I thought those days were finally behind us.